Well, it’s been exactly one year (plus a few hours) since I started this little patch of the internet. Threw some chocolate milk on it, and it’s grown into a little blossom that I’m proud of. I’ve really poured my heart and soul into what’s gone from “just another WordPress.com site” to Embracing Insanity: “jaded, sarcastic, and superior“. It’s like a child of my bosom*.
WOW. Would you like some mac with that cheese?
Now that we’ve gotten past the initial teary-eyed paragraph, we can get on with the actual post.
So it’s been 219 posts, 1,467 comments, and 365 days since the day I sipped my chocolate milk, sat back, and surveyed the first draft of a little WordPress blog called Aloha’s World. I didn’t start it because I wanted to change the world (except to rule it, but at that point I had no definite plans, just a general outline), or because I wanted a huge fanbase (which is good, or I would have quit a while back), or because I wanted to spend my entire waking life thinking about post topics and widgets and FreshlyPressed blogs and titles for posts I hadn’t written yet and upgrades and that satisfying feeling you get when you push the blue “Publish” button after a well-crafted post, although I’m probably alone on that one.
Or how you actually feel a little out of breath when you use or read run-on sentences.
The point is, I started the site on a whim. And it amazes me to see 1) I’ve stuck with it this long already, 2) YOU GUYS have stuck with me this long already, and 3) we haven’t all been driven psychotic as a result.
More or less.
I wish I’d been less of an idiot and printscreened the blog on the first day, because I wish I still had the original format for old times’ sake. (Or for posterity. Or something…)
What I DO have, though, is the very first post! And I thought I’d share it here again, because I think it’s kind of funny. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Although I like to think I’ve improved, matured, learned valuable life lessons or gotten any better at cooking, truth is that things are pretty much the same (and my skills as a chef have not gotten better since that one time I tried to make EasyMac and almost burned down my grandma’s house. All you have to do for that stuff is stick in the microwave…. after adding water, which I forgot).
So happy birthday, EI, here’s to another year, and without further rambling and/or overused commas, I present to you the very first post.
I’m Aloha, and this is my roar.
Figured I should warn you right here, right now. I’m not normal. I’m crazy and confused and unique and just a plain geek. I like things no one else really cares about (llamas, chocolate milk, torturing characters) and hate things that everyone thinks are standard (popularity, clean rooms, social lives).
However, I do shower regularly. Score one for Aloha.
Most of you I know from what I like to call my antisocial social life, YWP NaNoWriMo. Others are my rare real life friends. And, uh, hi, mom and dad.
If you happen to be someone like the President or Chris Baty (Yes, I place you both on the same level, I ❤ U, CHRIS!!), then you probably have something more important to do. I reccomend Write or Die.
If not, hiya. Hola, aloha, flame-e-o…… I speak fluent random-ese. Mostly with too much chocolate milk. (THAT, my dear crazies, is a tale for another time.)
You will learn things from reading this blog. You will learn exactly what Chuck Norris is capable of. You will learn what torturous things I’ve been up to lately in one of my many work-in-progress (aka PROCRASTINATED on) novels. You will learn things you never knew about llamas, life, and Lady Gaga parodies. You will learn exactly what one teen girl with too much chocolate milk and an open Word document is capable of.
You won’t learn anything that will actually apply to your life, in most cases, unless you plan to grow up and write a limitless array of Bad Romance spoofs. But you will learn.
I don’t actually know if I ever posted that Lady Gaga parody. Interesting. I’ll see if I can find it somewhere, although at the point I wrote that, I didn’t have my laptop yet, so it’s probably somewhere deep in the wild nether of The Desktop Files Shared By My Entire Family. Eerie, no?
* That’s for the half of my readership that consists of immediate family. HAHAHA. /idiot